Sigh. Just tell the story Beckett.
OK. Me and my sib-ster Meadow hang out a lot at Grammy and Grampy's house cuz Momma still haz no fence at da yard of our new house. We iz good at opening the indoor gates. Really good. We got skillz.
Beckett...... STORY!
Meadow opened the fence in Grammy's living room. We gotz in and I found the CHOCOLATE! An entire bag of milk chocolate chips from the Grammy's baking stash that she thought was well hidden. So I atez the entire bag all by myself. And chocolate makes you thirsty. Did you knowz dat?!
So I drank and drank and drank. Then, I erupted like Mount Vesuvius! No gaggy sounds. Just barf. Of course, Grammy had no clue I ate chocolate. So after the 9th or 10th pukey, she brought me to the V-E-T! My tummy was so distended, that at first they thought I might have bloat.
After lots of x-rays, and poking & prodding - they decided they needed to see into my tummy. I heard dat, got upset, realized that my Momma wasn't with me and tried to make a break for it.
Seriously. They did x-rays, and as soon as they said surgery - he ran out of the procedure room. The vet tech laughingly told me that it took three of them to catch him.
I gotz an IV, and had a good nap. Momma said that they flushed all the chocolate out of me and then made me eat charcoal twice. The worst part? I hadz to stay in the V-E-T office overnight. I mean, my favorite tech Cass stayed with me...but no Momma!
I was really lucky, and Cass let me come visit Beckett even though the vet's office closed at 5 (I couldn't get there sooner). She also proclaimed him an absolute angel. I just wish I hadn't had to pay so much money to hear that...
Seez? I still haz a chubby tummy. At least I get to rest with my Momma now.
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